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$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Whose minde, Care cuts, in an infinity
Of varied parts, or passions instantly;
Or as the frequent twincklings of an eye.
 And thus his House-delight giuen absolute end;
He toucht it; and did euery string extend
(With an exploratorie spirit assaid)
To all the parts, that could on it be plaid.
It sounded dreadfully; to which he sung,
As if from thence, the first, and true force sprung
That fashions Virtue. God, in him did sing.
His play was likewise and unspeakable thing,
Yet, but as an extemporall Assay,
Of what showe, it would make, being the first way,
It tryed his hand; or a tumultuous noise,
Such as at feasts, the first-flowr'd spirits of Boies
Poure out in mutuall contumelies still:
As little squaring with his curious will;
Or was as wanton, and untaught a Store.
 Of Ioue and Maia, that rich shooes still wore,
He sung; who sufferd, ill reports before,
And foule staines, vnder her faire titles bore.
But Hermes sung, her Nation, and her Name
Did itterate euer. All her high-flowne fame
Of being Ioues Mistresse; celebrating all
Her trains of seruants; and collaterall
Sumpture of Houses; all her Tripods there,
And Caldrons huge; encreasing euery yeare.
All which she knew; yet felt her knowledge sting

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